Don'T Judge a Book By It's Cover Day 2 In Hospital
Settled again on my bed
I started to look around,
another patient talking
on her phone was the only sound.
I sat and quietly listened
and sadly started to learn,
this poor frail old lady would
soon have money to burn.
Just because I’m not sat at home
but laid up in a bed,
doesn’t mean my house is free
for you to have and sell instead.
Sat there shockingly horrified
I thought how can this possibly be?
I tell you my opinion had definitely changed
by the time I’d had my tea.
I soon started to realise
that this woman was not frail at all,
by the time her visitors had been and gone
she’d driven me up the wall.
I noticed another patient
and of her I have this to tell,
she was oh so sweet and lovely
not at all like the other one from hell.
She told me her name was Irene
and it was day two of her hospital stay,
we chatted on our beds for a while
then decided to end the tiring day.
Copyright © Rachel Preston | Year Posted 2015
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